Plot Summary: Alice's descendants have been worming their way into the magical world of Wonderland for years. There's just one problem with the most recent visitor- who's supposed to be a she per tradition has turned out to be a he. The occupants of Wonderland have many theories as to why this has happened:
- He's an only child
- The White Rabbit roped in the wrong person
- Wonderland has fallen under a curse of which nobody has knowledge
- Or, he's destined to be the beginning of a new era in Wonderland
While the very much not female Alexander is interested in finding a way out of Wonderland without getting involved in stopping the ongoing war between the Red and White Queens, but his companion, on the other hand, wants him involved and refuses to help him leave until he at least attempts to help solve the conflict.
I'll be playing Alexander! The companion can portray any character you like as long as it isn't the Red/White Queen. The characters are not required to meet right away, I'm perfectly fine with us waiting for a page or two before they meet.
Romance is welcome if you like but please don't get distracted from the rest of the story! :)
Rules:
- Gore, violence, and cursing are allowed.
- No smut, I'm a minor and not comfortable writing it under any circumstances.
- Let me know if you're going to be inactive!
- I reserve the right to deny your participation in this.
- Unselected characters become NPCs, we may divide them up if you like.
(I…have far too many RPs but this looks intriguing. May I? I have a great Mad Hatter-based character I could use)
(Sure! Do you wanna include romance in this or nah? Asking so there aren't any super sudden developments lol)
(sure! As long as you don't mind it being gay because my character is male?)
(That's perfectly fine! Do you just want to hop right into it or would you like me to put up a character form?)
(Alright! Idc, up to you)
(I suppose I'll go right in with it. The starter might be a bit bumpy so please bear with me lol)
(I told you this was gonna be bumpy. I've got a bit of writer's block at the moment.)
Alexander was at a loss. He'd been stuck in this awful place which some called "Wonderland" for what felt like days, when in reality it had only been a few hours. 'It's just a fever dream,' he initially told himself, but upon feeling tired and hungry, he realized it was very much the opposite as he wandered through the woods, speaking to himself all the while.
"This is stupid. There are insects everywhere, everyone here is a damn loon, and I can't even find anything to eat or anywhere safe to rest," he ranted, doing his best to ignore his surroundings until he picked up on the scent of tea and sounds of chatter coming from somewhere nearby. Annoying as he knew this encounter would be, Alexander wasn't about to pass up a chance at food.
"Alright, I've just got to walk over there, ask to take a seat, and try not to get annoyed when they call me Alice," he mumbled to himself, then began taking slow steps towards the clearing- he had already noted there were far more chairs than occupants at the table.
"Uh, may I please have a seat?" he asked loudly, this question directed at the back of a head with rabbit ears (the March Hare).
(ha, same. It's fine!)
(by the way, what's the age range?)
Addison Quinn's eyes flashed up as he heard a voice. Alice? No. It's male. The "Mad Hatter" was young, but his hair had already turned silver, and the hat on his head was slightly askew. But…
"That depends, my good sir, on who you might be." he said, shifting to try and see past March's ears.
The March Hare's nose twitched as he moved to see who was behind him, eyes going wide when they saw the human male standing there. "Alice?" he asked slowly, seeming to recognize that this was a male human, but only Alice ever appeared in Wonderland. The rest of them…the rest of them just changed with the times, were reborn and remade, but never really truly changed. Addison Quinn had been mad for decades now, driven insane before the first Alice ever came along. Well, then again, "mad" was a relatively arguable term, as he was only mad sometimes.
(I was thinking like 18-25? I intend for Alexander to be 19, going on 20.)
"Well I can reassure you that I'm certainly no Alice," Alexander replied, gesturing to his flat chest, "I'm not quite sure why everybody thinks that. Just tell me if I can't have a seat as I've got better things to do than waste energy by listening to you lot, and if you're going to make any comments about how my skin, hair, and eyes are the wrong shade to even be a descendant of whoever Alice is, don't speak at all."
Alexander had taken on a defensive stance- one which prepared him for fleeing or fighting.
"I will be leaving with food no matter what you say, though," he added, replacing the venom in his words with something akin to exhaustion.
(alrighty)
(also what does Alexander look like?)
Addison raised an eyebrow slightly. "No no, sit, sit." he gestured vaguely, wondering what this could mean, if "Alice" was male. If Alice was not Alice, what did that say for Wonderland? For his Wonderland? For his sanity, that was slipping further and further with each new form, with each new generation, each new "Alice"? "Eat."
The March Hare was silent, studying Alexander for a long moment, then turning back to his food.
Addison ran a hand through his silver hair, looking down at the table and blinking quickly for a moment, chest rising and falling in slow breaths. His clothing was brightly colored, a bright green waistcoat and a pale shirt, a pink tie and pants that matched the waistcoat.
(Description from the first roleplay I used him in (Sasha is short for Alexander in case you didn't know): Standing at 5'6", Sasha's slim figure isn't very intimidating-he's more like a dog than anything with his wide, down-turned brown eyes and attentive posture. His skin is a light shade of brown dusted with freckles, which makes his wavy hair seem slightly darker than it is. When in public, Sasha keeps his medium-length hair down, but he prefers to wear it up when alone or at home.)
(alright, thanks! I can provide a description for Addison, if you'd like)
(That'd be lovely if you don't mind)
(alright! Addison Quinn: Tall, at 5'11", Addison is slim but muscular. His hair was dark when he was born, but had turned silvery-white by the time he was 15. His eyes are mismatched; one is a deep gold, and the other is purple. He typically dresses rather colorfully, and nearly always has a hat on. There is a birthmark on the inside of his left wrist. He has a few tattoos scattered around his body, as well. His hair isn't long, and is cut rather short, and is slightly wavy. There is a scar in his left eyebrow)
Alexander was slow to take a seat, as he felt a need to inspect every single thing out of general curiosity.
"You wouldn't happen to have any idea as to how I got here, would you?" he asked the hatter, eyes skimming over the food in front of him-he decided on cramming as many scones as possible onto his plate-as he gave a brief overview of what events had preceded his arrival. "You see, some of the strangest things happened to me before I arrived. I was out in the garden when a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat bumped into me as though it were in a hurry and I swear I heard it speaking to itself. I chased it to a hole in the ground because I never see wild rabbits and figured it must have been someone's pet but next thing I knew, I was falling an-and I woke up in some weird room and from then on everything has just been a nightmare."
Alexander was aware he sounded frantic, but everything had been so confusing, for example; Why did the hole attach to a room with doors? How had the rabbit made it's way out? How hadn't he broken or sprained anything after his fall?
(Addison sounds pretty cool! :0 Maybe during the RP he could tell Alexander about his tattoos and maybe why he got them?)
Addison rubbed his face with a hand. "Fuck, you're definitely the Alice." he mumbled, looking over at Alexander. "However– you're male. And…dark." he wasn't sure how to handle this. "Cheshire…have you spoken to them? Or the Twins?" he didn't know who Alice– no, Alexander, had talked to yet. "I…" he took a big sip of tea, blinking hard and trying not to succumb to the madness again.
The March Hare's ears twitched nervously as he looked between the Hatter and Alexander.
(Addison sounds pretty cool! :0 Maybe during the RP he could tell Alexander about his tattoos and maybe why he got them?)
(Thanks! Sure, sounds good :) also, the way I'm thinking of the inhabitants of Wonderland: maybe they kinda reincarnate or whatever with each generation, and are slightly different with each Alice. They don't always remember much of their "previous lives", but usually remember at least vague ideas from it, if not details. Does that work with what you're intending, or was there another way you were thinking of it?? Because that wasn't really clear)
Alexander's face visibly twitched at the word dark.
"Assuming the twins were the identical cucks having a battle over a damn rattle and not letting me through, I have spoken to the two," Alexander said, taking a large bite out of a scone as he did so, "I'm not sure if I've met Cheshire, though. Assuming I really am meant to be here, what exactly is my purpose? This isn't going to be some bullshit where I'm kidnapped by a dragon and get married to a supposed savior, is it? If that's the case, I'd like to find a way out of this hole as soon as possible."
(Addison sounds pretty cool! :0 Maybe during the RP he could tell Alexander about his tattoos and maybe why he got them?)
(Thanks! Sure, sounds good :) also, the way I'm thinking of the inhabitants of Wonderland: maybe they kinda reincarnate or whatever with each generation, and are slightly different with each Alice. They don't always remember much of their "previous lives", but usually remember at least vague ideas from it, if not details. Does that work with what you're intending, or was there another way you were thinking of it?? Because that wasn't really clear)
(That's actually pretty close to what I had in mind and works perfectly!)
Addison nodded a little bit. "I…see. And no, that isn't…that's not what the other Alices did…" he steepled his fingers, looking over at Alexander for a long, long time before finally speaking again. "To tell the truth, I don't know what your purpose is. You're…different. The others were all…" he winced as his head flashed through memories of the past Alices. Sweet little girls. Ages ranged from 5 to 15, usually. But this Alice…this Alice was male. Was older. And didn't look like he could possibly be a descendant of the first.
The pattern is broken. The chains are breaking. Wonderland…
His breathing shuddered for a moment as he remembered a darker past life, a life where he had spent the whole of it locked away in an asylum. He steadied himself, looking at Alexander again. "I do not know." he said again, voice careful. He took another sip of tea. "I'm sorry."
